A perfect getaway turned into a bloody vacation for 9 friends. They were chased by a bunny masked killer who wants to kill and torture them one by one. Fear is only the beginning as they tried to escape the hell out of the rest house. But little they did know that the bunny man has an access to everything and every place in the house. It can smell your fear, it wants you, it knows your obsession, and it wants to kill you. Who is behind the bunny masked?

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.

Disastrous dates to avoid.

He closed his eyes again and tried to remember. There had been a fight. Alice was there. She had been naked, screaming and hitting him. He remembered entering the house. He was holding his shotgun. He had wanted to teach them both a lesson. Before that, he could remember sitting in his shed, watching them through the half pulled curtains as he eased his pain with whisky, seeing them as they laughed together and crying as he saw them kiss.